(Un)Break me - Rhea Ripley x reader

Deserve

And new Smackdown Women's Champion: Rhea Ripley.

Y/N's POV

The crowd's cheers still echoed in your ears as you led your girlfriend's family through the labyrinth of hallways backstage. You could feel the excitement buzzing in the air, but your focus was solely on finding her, your heart pounding in anticipation. The feeling all too familiar to the first time you saw Rhea win a championship.

You doubted it would ever change.

It was when you rounded the corner that you finally found her. She was standing there, surrounded by her peers, holding the belt like it was her most prized possession, fearing it could slip through her fingers. Your breath catches in your throat, being a champion looks good on her.

Her smile, wide and bright, was full of triumph, but there was something softer underneath, something just for you. She excused herself from the group, her strides purposeful as she made her way over to you. Rhea hugs each one of her family members with tears brimming in her eyes. You could melt right then and there. It's almost too cute for your heart to handle when you see her crying with joy. She deserves it and so much more.

Finally, she turned to you and before you could say anything, she pulled you into a bone crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. Her body still warm from the match. You buried your face in her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her skin mixed with the sweat and adrenaline of victory.

"You did it." You whispered against her ear, controlling yourself not to squeal. "You're amazing."

Rhea pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours, "Thank you." Her voice was low, intimate, meant only for you.

You shook your head with a loud laugh, brushing a damp strand of hair away from her face. "For what? You're literally the one who went out there and kicked ass. You deserve all of it! All the glory! I just got to cheer for my woman... and maybe get on my knees for her, just not for praying." You whispered the last part in fear her family would hear anything as you ran your fingers against her ripped thighs. Rhea shivered under your touch.

There was something about the way she looked after a hard match that made you particularly horny. Maybe it was the slicked back hair, the smudged makeup, the sweaty glow on her skin. Or her powerful aura. Maybe it was that genuine smile translating both the adrenaline and passion she has for wrestling.

Or all of the above. Yeah, definitely all of the above.

She also looked at them in fear they would have noticed but they were distracted talking to themselves. You leaned in, your lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss, one that spoke of all the love and admiration you held for her. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as if the rest of the world didn't exist for those few precious moments.

Both of you were breathless when you pulled away. You rest your forehead against hers.

"I love you." She murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too, Demi, so much" you replied softly, using her real name, something that felt more intimate, more personal in this moment. "And I'm so proud of you."

She smiled, a small, tender smile, before pressing another kiss to your lips, this one lighter, more playful. "Come on, let's get out of here. I'm starving!" She said, turning to her family.

You nodded, taking her hand as you both turned to leave. Rhea's family followed behind, giving you the space you needed while still sharing in her victory. There were cameras all around you on the way out the building as you walked together, fingers intertwined, but you couldn't care less. You two were out in the open. People knew about you. Rhea's family knew about you. And more importantly, they seemed to like you.